Just be happy. Just deal with it. Just go to the doctor.
““Let me introduce you to the most evil word in the English language: ‘Just.’ Stick it near the beginning of some advice, and you can turn someone else’s vicious lifelong struggle into a trivial task they should feel ashamed for not having mastered by now.””
A reminder - people who are really, really rich, are usually rich not because they worked hard, but because they're willing to lie, cheat, and steal. Becoming rich doesn't really do anything to encourage stopping these behaviors.
The father of Ethan Couch, the notorious “affluenza teen” sentenced to probation after causing a horrific car wreck that killed four people, has been convicted of an exceedingly dumb but fortunately non-fatal crime. Fred Couch, 51, was convicted of falsely identifying himself as a police officer, a misdemeanor offense.
2016 may be coming to an end, but Tumblr Gets Deep is eternal… reblog it reblog it reblog it reblog it reblog it reblog it reblog it reblog it reblog it reblog it reblog it reblog it reblog it reblog it reblog it reblog it reblog it reblog it reblog it reblog it reblog … Continued
Me: I'm a bad bitch! I don't take shit from anyone! I'm not nice!
Also me: well I can't just leave this cart in the middle of the parking lot. I have to take it to the cart return. I'm not an animal. Those employees work hard.
Dear Republicans, please stop telling us that we have to quietly and meekly follow your chosen leaders, and then turn around and constantly and viciously attacking ours. Also, stop electing fascists. Thank you.
“To announce that there must be no criticism of the President, or that we are to stand by the President, right or wrong, is not only unpatriotic and servile, but is morally treasonable to the American public.”
- President Theodore Roosevelt
“The nationalist not only does not disapprove of atrocities committed by his own side, he has a remarkable capacity for not even hearing about them.“
- George Orwell
“Patriotism is supporting your country all the time and the government when it deserves it."
I lost. The office full of people who all hate each other decided that they'd all rather go out to eat and sit around awkwardly making small talk together than have a white elephant exchange. These people do not understand the purpose of games. Screw them. I'm bringing in Apples to Apples.I'll be damned if I have to spend two hours trying to remember all my cat stories.
The holidays are about getting the most awesome presents possible—and giving them too, I guess. But if you want to snatch up the best item at a white elephant gift exchange, use this strategy.
do you ever watch something and think “this was written by a man”
i was up late night watching an episode of criminal minds fairly recently, for lack of a better thing to do. in the opening scene there are these two girls getting into their car in like a supermarket parking lot, not very well lit, in the middle of the night. another car drives up right behind theirs and won’t move out of the way so this one girl is like “im gonna go see what this guy’s problem is” and gets out of the car, in a poorly lit parking lot, to confront a man who was behaving aggressively to them.
so that was the precise moment i realised that episode was written by a man.
….has there been a COMPLETELY RANDOM resurgence in enthusiasm for the Leverage fandom or is it my imagination. not complaining, mind you, just…Leverage all over my dash, and as far as I know, nothing has…happened
Tbh I think it’s probably got something to do with the current sociopolitical climate and that it’s both cathartic and comforting to watch a group of Robin Hood-esque thieves taking down corporate entities that are untouchable by the official systems that are supposed to protect us from them. Plus it’s super respectful of found families and is all about standing up for the little guys, which we kind of all need to hear stories about right now.
Concept: financially struggling biology student discovers that the reason her monthly data bill is so high is because an ant colony in her basement has been stealing her wi-fi.
“I’m not angry,” she says from the top of the basement stairs. “Just disappointed.”
Below, a million hard exoskeletons glitter in the light streaming through the open door. The floor is completely covered in them, the hard-packed dirt rounded and molded into their home.
With a sigh, she starts down the stairs. “Don’t you swarm at me. I give you food, I give you shelter and this, this is the repayment I get! Where’s the Queen?”
There’s the sound of insects rushing past each other and a black mound begins to form. It grows higher and higher, moving slowly towards the bottom step, until it’s at her waist. Slowly, the top layer of workers peels back to reveal the Queen in all her glory.
The Queen is easily the length of her hand, glittering and gorgeous in the faint light. She had been the one to make the Queen last semester as part of her final project. Her professor had given her an A on the condition that she destroy the Queen and her genetically enhanced children, but, instead, she’d taken them home.
“Look at this,” she says, thrusting her bill in front of the Queen’s tiny head. “I can’t afford this! I don’t–where did you all even get computers?”
The ants surge guiltily, producing a mac that looks very, very familiar.
“You stole my ex’s laptop.” It’s not a question. “That’s–alright, that’s pretty funny. I’m not going to take it away, relax, but you all need to figure out how to pay for this, okay? I can’t feed you and entertain you on my stipend, okay?”
The Queen regally nods. There’s a shift in the air as she communicates with the others and another mound of ants forms and pushes forward. This one opens to reveal a plastic bag filled with dirt-covered jewelry and a handful of…ancient coins?
She takes the bag, staring blankly at it. “Okay…I’m not going to ask. I don’t want to know. I’ll invest in better internet and pretend that you guys aren’t about two seconds from opening a chop shop or crime ring or whatever in my basement.”
The ants wave agreeably.
She turns to go and pauses halfway up. “I have to ask. What do you guys even need internet for?”
The mac flickers on to show Jessica Jones paused halfway through episode six.
“Fair enough,” she says and goes to google local pawn shops that don’t ask too many questions
For many, the ongoing conflict in Syria is a distant problem faced by people thousands of miles away.
But via Twitter, 7-year-old Bana al-Abed has shared her personal story within this horrifying tragedy.
Since September, al-Abed and her mother Fatemah have been tweeting to the world about the terror and fear they face living with the daily bombings in Aleppo
Their account has garnered 186,000 followers in the process.
Though they posted a farewell message on Sunday in the face of heavy bombing, the family is still alive
If anyone tells you that you can’t be badass, and also girly, don’t forget to tell them that one of the most beloved Norse goddesses, Freyja, was the goddess of beauty, sexuality, and fertility, but she was also the goddess of sorcery, war and death.
Also she did all this while riding a chariot pulled by cats.
“Hey Mom, can you pass the salad?”
